The Pickens sentinel. [volume] (Pickens, S.C.) 1871-1903, 1887-09-15

most gorgeous INES upon tree and
shrub, only to shake the leaves in rcck.
less sport from the branches, and send
them torn and ShrivrIrd through tho
air. thus teaching that in nature, rs in
human ifr, the fairrSt things are the
most "NanVScCnt.
One evening in late autumn n mes,
Scn%rr came from the Swiss villa sum,
monin% the Russian doctor in all pos,
Sibl" haste. In the absence of the fam
lily and their physician, the youngest
child, the only one left ut home, had
fallen violently i'll of Group. Our doe
tor hurried away, and a few moments
after entered an ClrTantlv-furniShcd
house. n servant in gorgeous livery
uShrrCd him up the windimw StairS to Il
luxurious apartment leading into tho
chamber of the little sufferer. The
door softly opened, and Arnim Elbthal
stood i'll sudden terror upon the
threshold.
H"T"H$c!' hc Whispered with
white lips In the reflection Of a rosy
lamp the living image of that lonm.lust
one stood before him. 1t was the same
slender, graceful, whitr-robrh h~lrc,
onlN taller and more developed than
the blooming child of those oldrn days.
Her" was the same head cnframcd in
wavy brown hair which seemed Strrwn
VITA Told-duSt. The charmin"ly-rut
profile, the piquant nose, the warm
romplcNion-all seemed the very same.
Was he dreaming? Was he under sumo
enrhantrr'S spell? lie drew nearer.
"Thr Russian doctor," the servant
announced, and vanished.
An npturnrd face showed the eyes of
llort"mSr gazing into those of the doe
tor--not sunny. clear and confident IA
in that early day. but sad and rntrrat,
ing. On the lap of the young wirl law
the child, moaning and clDSping her
hand.
" llortrnSc st. lIilairr!n murmurrd
the d0rtor, rs in dream.
THAT was my mpthrr's name"
cam" The answer, in Il foreign accent.
My name is Dr~irroDuvois, and am
French govrrmrSS IN this house. You
arc DR.. Elbthal, and YOU knew my
mother Is Il child. How delighted [
am t" see you! ! have so lonrcd to
''''''>' N''' 'N StuJ lOF
you because sure of your Skill"
Her eyes now fell upon the child who
brra!'"", heavily. In moment Ar
min. was near her. all other thoughts
ana rcmCmhrancrS lost in the phvSi-
rian VIII" examined the patient and
gave directions in that clear, decided
way which impressed all he met.
81 shall remain until the crisis il
over. he said.
She nodded. but asked no question:
The child's nurse, who slept in tho
next room, entered noiSclcSSlv. Tho
little form was laid in bed, the doctor
and the govrr'IcSs sitting on either
side. N@
The doctor vcnturrd only onea6ttos-
tion: "Whrrr does your not her live"
The girls eyes filed with tears rs
She anSwrr"d Mamma died six years
az" papa long before. [ scarce re-
| member him. | am an orphan. Dis
tant relatives in Paris brought me here
year ago that might earn my own
livinw.'
Her voice rhnkrd, she bowed her
head and hot tears fell upon the tiny
hands of the sick child which clutchcd
ut the lac" trimmings Of the satin quilt.
Foor young creature. How hard to
see her days pass thus, lovclcss and
homclesS!s. Poor Hortcnsc - to be
forced telie leaving daughter alone
and unprotected in a cruel world!
Now 8began the iaggard course of
th"S" leaden hours all know who have
watrh",I by Il sick bed, noting every
pnlSr-hGat of the sufferer who, is
struggling with life and death. At
In" foot of tlie' bed covered the old
nurse, panic-strickcn and helpless.
The "th"r servants, anxious and ry-
cited, @athcred ia the Kitchen and
CAV" vent to their fears in scpulchraI
Whispers At hist the violent
rr"Nl Sms SUhsidcd, the child's
breathing grew more calm, and. ms the
first sunbeam Stolr through the heavy
curtains, the doctors deep voice muir
INJURED: "SayodpS
For amSwGra Desircc bent over his
hand, and kisscclit,
" Now have tho family physician
summoned" he said, IL was only
his Substitute. f think, Mile. Duvois,
that, a8 soon as The eIiild's parents re-
turn you may feel %frcc to visit the
honSo, where your> mother lived rs a
child, My cousin Marianne will be
delighted so know you.
With> II bcaming glance Desireo
reached him her hand.
~ shall ccltainlycomc to tlGtpk you
and TO talk with you Of my mothey. !
bless little lam,$y's illness which.Eas
brdnght to me the friend of herHo.sy
7 They parted each with a hea
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